I was born to be the other woman
the name you never say out loud,
the shadow behind your sunlight,
a secret stitched into silence.
You hold her hand in daylight,
but your eyes still memorize my shape
in the dimness of your regrets.
I do not ask to be chosen.
I only stay
where your heart runs
when it thinks no one’s looking.
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